Etsia

The mossgreen gaze of the wild elf traveled slowly from the bottom shelves all the way up, until it looked like she might tip over, her neck craned and squinting up. The hawk on her backpack let out a little impatient sound and stretched its wings, but stayed put after a reflexive soothing sound from the druid.

She blinked and turned back to the acolyte with a serious nod. "Thank you." And with that she headed toward the indicated books. She obviously had some reading to do. She had not even dreamt that there could be this many books in the world, let alone in one building. She knew how to read and write, of course, it had been a part of the druid training, she just did not get a chance to do so very often. Her own nomadic tribe did sometimes visit the tribes that had settled down in one spot -- they sometimes had little book collections available, but this... this was difficult to even comprehend.

She craned her neck again and sighed. It seemed she'd eventually need a stepladder. But for now she'd survive like this. She began the work of browsing the books by the title, ignoring any that were only of an animal or an area she already knew, looking for tomes about the animals in far-away places or exotic small predators.